The Underground Emperor: Starting with Running Away with His Sister-in-Law

Ding Xincai didn't believe that he had been pulled over here because of this matter.

"Tch, boring..."

Ding Qing couldn't hold back any longer. He crossed his legs and said in a nonchalant tone, "Come with me to An'nan City after the New Year."

"To Annam City?"

Ding Xin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, frowned, and said, "Isn't this the task the old man gave you? And haven't you been following up on it all along? Why are you dragging me into this?"

"Hey, you're the vice president of a construction company, after all!"

"Aigoo, didn't I tell you last time? You can handle the construction company stuff, I won't interfere..."

Ding Xin raised an eyebrow and said teasingly, "What? Are you trying to test my strength? Don't you trust me?"

"What a load of bull!"

Ding Qing was used to Ding Xin's style and chuckled and cursed.

He then composed himself and said seriously, "I'm serious, you have to come with me to An'nan City this time."

"why?"

Seeing his solemn expression, Ding Xin couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"I've been there a few times already, but it's a bit of a hassle..."

"What trouble?"

"Hey little brother, why are you asking so many questions? Just tell me if you're going or not!"

Ding Qing stood up, her eyes wide.

They seemed to be ready to fight you to the death if you dared to refuse again.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go. When exactly?"

Ding Xin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, shrugged and said with a helpless expression.

"Hmm, that makes more sense!"

Ding Qing nodded in satisfaction and sat down again: "We'll discuss the specific time later, but you'll have to make time for it then..."

"All right..."

After finishing their business, the three chatted about their plans for the Chinese New Year.

South Korea is similar to my hometown; we also celebrate the Lunar New Year here.

However, the holiday is not that long.

There are only three days: Lunar New Year's Eve, the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the second day of the Lunar New Year.

I started working on the third day of the Lunar New Year.

Ding Qing is preparing to return to Lishui, which can be considered a triumphant homecoming.

Ask him if he's coming along.

Ding Xin refused.

The original owner's parents in Lishui had already passed away, so what was the point of celebrating the festival with a bunch of strangers?

Ding Xin had his own plans.

After all, this is my first Spring Festival since I traveled through time, so it must be meaningful.

He wanted to go to the sunflower field to see his sister-in-law.

After all, strictly speaking, his sister-in-law was the first person he became close to after coming into this world...

Chapter 158 The Eldest Sister-in-Law's Fate

New Year's Eve, morning.

Sunflower Shopping Mall, Gyeongsangbuk-do.

now.

At the main entrance of the mall, besides the customers coming and going.

There were also a dozen or so people gathered in the square, as if they were waiting for something.

The group was led by one man and three women.

If Ding Xin were here, he would definitely recognize that these four people were his sister-in-law, Dezi, Zhao Bingjin, and Cui Xizhu.

They gathered here because they had received news that Ding Xin was coming back.

half an hour.

A black sedan with Seoul license plates slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

The people in the car were Ding Xin and Wu Taizhi.

The sharp-eyed Choi Hee-joo immediately exclaimed in surprise.

Then, the crowd in the square rushed toward the car.

This action immediately drew the attention of those still standing in the square.

Ding Xin pushed open the door and got out of the car.

He glanced at the man and three women in front of him, and the group of burly men behind them who were bowing at a ninety-degree angle.

He raised his hand and said with a smile, "Oh, sorry to have kept you all waiting~"

......

Inside the president's office.

Ding Xin crossed his legs and leaned back comfortably on the sofa.

The eldest sister-in-law and the others sat around the perimeter.

As Ding Xin carefully examined the people in front of him, a sense of emotion welled up within him.

Han Dezi and Choi Hee-joo visited Seoul once before.

The changes are not significant yet.

Choi Hee-joo, on the other hand, has styled her hair in a bun.

The scar on her forehead has faded to the point of being negligible.

It seems that the medical aesthetics company that Wu Xiuyan introduced has pretty good technology.

Zhao Bingjin still has a limp, but with the help of money, he has been fitted with a sophisticated mechanical walking aid.

He doesn't walk with such a limp anymore.

Among the three.

The one who changed the most was the eldest sister-in-law.

how to say?

In Ding Xin's memory, his sister-in-law was a bit timid and demure, like a girl from a modest family.

And then there's that guy An Chengtai's downfall.

During that period, my sister-in-law always looked worried.

But at this moment.

She seemed much more confident, and had gained a bit of a strong, independent woman vibe.

She's starting to resemble that woman, Mu Xianmin.

None of them spoke, except Zhao Bingjin, who was giving a work report in a very formal and methodical manner.

None of Sunflower's businesses have been incorporated into Kinmen.

The same group of people are still in charge.

The main problem is that the revenue is too low. If it were merged into Kinmen, Ding Xin would have to make up the difference out of his own pocket every month.

Not worth the candle.

After he finished speaking, Ding Xin offered a few words of encouragement and then sent him away.

Then he sent Dezi and the others away one by one.

He didn't come back for them this time.

There's nothing to exchange pleasantries about.

After everyone had left, Ding Xin turned his gaze back to his sister-in-law, smiling broadly, and said, "Sister-in-law, long time no see!"

"long time no see!"

The elder sister-in-law's gaze was somewhat complicated.

She had watched Ding Xin grow step by step to where he was now, and she couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions.

Who would have thought that a rookie gangster would become a major shareholder of a conglomerate?